Jungkook's POV-

I just need to make it to the elevator and up to the apartment. Once I get there I can set the bags down outside the door and take the stuff in two, maybe three, trips to get it all inside. Preferably soon because I fear that I'm about to lose a hand.

Currently, my arms are covered in grocery bags and I am losing circulation to both hands. I declined three different extremely friendly staff members that offered to help bring my bags to the apartment, and I now fail to think of the reason why.

I did however let one of the men push the button to call the elevator down as well as the button for the top floor. My floor.

It wasn't until I left this morning and first got into the elevator to head out for food that I realized what floor we were on. I knew we were high up, but I didn't realize we were top-of-the-building high.

As I stand in the elevator, trying to think of things to distract me from the shooting pain in my hands. Something besides yesterday afternoon as the memory and emotions are still too overwhelming and for whatever reason my thoughts settle on Yoongi. Specifically, what he might look like.

I know he sounds attractive.

I really like his voice. I can see myself being seduced by just a few words if he says the right thing.

I think he's most likely hot, maybe my height, probably looks a little intimidating too. Mysterious.

From our limited phone conversations I've gathered enough to know he's the assertive type. A dominant if you will, but I think I could bring him around to letting me take care of him- wait, what?

What the hell?! Why am I thinking as if it's going to happen? Or thinking about this at all? What the hell is wrong with me.

Never mind, I should really try to add him to my "no thinking" list if I'm going to keep coming back to being a creep for a guy I've never seen.

I make it up to the floor and walk as fast as I can to the apartment door.

I slide the bags off my arms and onto the floor, stopping to shake them a little to get my blood circulating again before reaching in my pocket for my keys.

Once I get the door open I begin bringing my bags in, a reasonable amount in each hand this time, to set them on the island in the kitchen to be sorted and put away.

After I bring the last of the bags in and begin taking things out of the bags I hear what sounds like the toilet flush. My heart drops until I remember Yoongi's friend was supposed to come today.

Ho- Hos- Ugh, what was it?

I walk around the counter to check by the door and see, tucked against the wall, a pair of Nikes.

They're not mine so he must be here. And since he's in the bathroom, I wonder if the studio is open... Probably not but it's worth a shot.

I immediately start heading for the studio door with a large smile, excited that I might be able to see this mysterious room.

As I round the corner to the hallway I stop dead in my tracks. The door is being propped open by a box. Holy shit, it's open!

I tiptoe over, feeling quite thrilled since I should definitely not be doing this, peak my head inside and... What the fuck?

I walk a little bit further inside as I continue to look around feeling very confused because surely there's more to this space, but no. It's literally just a regular ass studio with a desk, some speakers, a mix board thing, a small-ish couch against the wall and some boxes in the corner.

"Seriously? This is the big secret?" I say under my breath.

Just as I'm about to turn around to leave I hear a very loud gasp from behind me. I turn to see a tallish guy, maybe a few years older than myself, with huge eyes staring at me in horror.

Before I can even attempt to say anything he turns away, kicking the box out of the way that was holding the door and slams it shut.

I stand stunned at the sequence of events that just happened as I hear a loud "Who the hell are you?!" from the other side of the door.

I walk over and try the doorknob as I say, "I'm Jungkook... Did Yoongi not tell you about me?" The knob is turning but it won't open the door.

"Are you a human trafficker? Tell me the truth!" He says sounding very distressed.

Is he serious?

"What?" I raise my voice in return. I had to have heard him wrong.

"Are you planning to take me to Europe to sell me to someone?" He says a little more loudly.

Nope. I didn't mishear him. He really asked that.

"Uh, no? I'm a college freshman who is working for your friend while he's out of town. I have no intention of selling you or anyone else to anyone." I yell back, not being able to stifle my laughs.

That's when I notice a small intercom looking device on the wall by the door. I take a chance and press the big black button in the middle of it. Thankfully I can hear the lock clicking as a light on the device turns green and I am able to open the door.

As soon as I poke my head out I see the guy in a very unstable fighting stance with his eyes narrowed and a scowl I assume is meant to be intimidating.

He's trying to look tough but it just makes me laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh at me! I have every right to kick your ass. I don't know you."

"No, but I think you know of me. I can't imagine Yoongi would forget to tell you about me." I laugh, smiling even wider. This is just too amusing.

"Yeah..." He straightens up a bit but still has the same facial expression as he looks me up and down. "He told me there was some college kid watching the place. You don't look like a kid. How old are you?"

"That's because I'm not a kid. I'm nineteen."

"Yeah, okay. Anyway 'Jungkook,' Yoongi did tell me about you. He also told me that you were not to go into the studio. I am sure he has told you this as well."

By now he is standing completely straight with a raised eyebrow, waiting for me to confirm what he's said.

"Yes, but it's not like I broke in. I saw your shoes by the door and came to see if you were in here and the door was open." I say with an innocent expression.

I mean, it's mostly the truth.

"Even if that is the case, you know you're not supposed to be in there." He says crossing his arms over his chest, "Yoongi is not going to be happy when I tell him about this."

I smirk. "You can tell him if you must, just make sure you don't leave out the part where you left the door open."

His eyes widen at my statement.

He knows I'm right. If he tells Yoongi I went into the studio he is most likely going to ask how I got into the room in the first place.

"Fuck. You're right." His face softens and he puts on his best smile while reaching out his hand.

"Let's be friends Jungkook. What better way to bond with a stranger then by sharing a secret?"

I laugh again while I shake his hand in return. I like this guy.

"Alright 'friend' remind me of your name again?"

His smile brightens up at this question and he gives a big heart shaped smile. "I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm J-Hope." He then brings his hands up showing two finger hearts.

Wait a damn minute. Of course! Jung Hoseok!

"Holy shit! I don't know why I didn't recognize you. My friend Jimin is such a huge fan of yours! He actually danced to one of your songs at a showcase and won a scholarship. He spent so many hours learning your choreography. He basically got into college because of you."

He averts his eyes from me as his face goes red.

"I'm proud of him for getting into school..." He finally says looking down at his hands.

Really? Someone this successful gets bashful being complimented? How odd. And unexpected.

"You don't take compliments very well do you."

"No, I do not." He chuckles, looking back up at me. "Thank you for the compliment."

"You are very welcome." I grin back.

"May I ask what song he danced to? And what will he be majoring in?"

"He will be a Visual and Performing Arts major and he performed Boy Meets Evil." I say with a proud smile.

"Oh wow, I wish I could have seen it! Do you happen to have a video?"

"Actually I do." I said pulling out my phone, "Let's go sit on the couch shall we." I say, nodding towards the living.

I had a few videos on my phone that Jimin asked me to record while he was learning and practicing the dance as well as one of the actual performance.

The look on Hoseok's face showed complete awe and happiness as he watched and rewatched all the videos I had. He really looked proud.

He asked if I had any more videos of us dancing and I remembered one I thought he would particularly enjoy.

It was a video of Jimin, Tae and myself dancing to another one of his songs, Chicken Noodle Soup.

As soon as we hit the first move he dove off the couch, laughing hysterically.

Once he gained a little composure he had me play it again, and again, and then once more.

"Awesome!" He said with the biggest smile I have ever seen in my life. "Is there any way you might be able to send that to me? And maybe the one of your friend's performance..."

"Of course! What's your number?"

He gave me his number and I got the videos sent. Once they were received he played the video of the three of us on his phone and laughed all over again.

"This is the best thing ever! I would really like to meet your friends and see it in person." He says, still smiling at his screen.

"I'm sure they would love that. Jimin would probably die and Tae would talk your ear off, but I can guarantee you would get along great with them."

"Okay, maybe when Yoongi gets back we can all hang out!"

"Yes. Yoongi." I say, remembering that I had a question that Chanyeol noticeably avoided. I wonder if my new friend will be of a little more assistance.

"Why does Yoongi have a studio? Chanyeol said he likes all types of music and plays a few instruments, but I don't see a reason to furnish a whole studio just because you like music."

His expression drops a little as he keeps his eyes on my face. It seems like he's thinking of what to say. But why? Why is this such a difficult question for both of the people I've asked to answer?

"He works at an entertainment company... The same one I do actually. That's how we know each other." He says then purses his lips, as if bracing for whatever question I'll ask next.

"I see. So does he produce music then?"

"Y-yes..."

Again with the hesitation. And he's starting to look quite uncomfortable. I can tell I'm killing the happy mood we had going, not purposely but it's happening nonetheless.

I sigh as I conclude that this is probably all I'm going to get from Hoseok so I'll have to try again with Chanyeol later to get my answers.

"Well that is super cool." I shift in my seat a bit as I try to quickly think of something to change the subject to. Then I remember my groceries that were left on the counter.

"Hey are you hungry?"

He lets out a small breath of relief as his smile returns. "Yes actually, should we order something?"

"We could, but I also just bought a bunch of ramen and it's here now so, no delivery fee and no waiting." I say with a grin.

"Ramen it is!" He jumps up excitedly and reaches his hand towards me to pull me up off the couch.

"Let's get a move on friend or I'm gonna tell Yoongi what you did." He teases with a wink.

"Threatening blackmail. Great friend." I say sarcasticlly as he pulls me to the kitchen.